of taking the boarders I once insisted upon. Now, come! Isn't that an
idea?"

"If I can't sell it," said Sara.

"Of course, but then you can't. Nobody ever sells anything in Killamet
except tobacco. I doubt if you could give it away!"

Sara smiled and sighed in a breath.

"I'd hate to do either, but I fear it will never be our home again, so
why cling to it? But really, do you suppose any city family would be
satisfied with this?" indicating the large, littered room with a
sweeping gesture.

"Why not, just for the summer? They crowd into far more uncomfortable
places, I'm sure. I can imagine this room with pretty rugs and cane
chairs, and a hammock slung across the alcove, and a pinebough ablaze in
the fireplace, being a most attractive nook some cool summer evening,
after a long day of blue-fishing; and there's one nice bedroom besides
the loft."

Sara shook her head dubiously.

"I wish some one would take it, but I'm afraid it will have to stay
closed and useless. Molly, Molly! Do watch the baby; he's just starting
for the best glass sugar-bowl with the hammer, and I think he has some
tacks in his mouth."

Baby having been made to disgorge his too sharp repast, the talk ran on